A/N: Thank you for stopping by and reading my story.

She woke up to repeated knocking on the door. She didn't remember falling asleep, how can she be so tired all the time? Before she could ask herself anymore questions she should probably do something about the knocking.

"Finally, I've been standing here for 20 minutes."

"Sorry" it was good seeing him again, she had missed him the last couple of days.

"Good thing I have a cane otherwise my knuckles would've been broken."

"Again –" she didn't get to finish as the end of her sentence turned into a yawn.

"Did I wake you?" He limped closer to her placing his left hand onto her waist.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I'm just so tired all the time. Those stupid meetings and exams. Hopefully next month will be better." Annette stepped into his embrace hugging him tightly nuzzling into his neck breathing in his scent.

"Why don't we relax and hop into that big tub of yours."

"That might just be the best idea I've heard in three days."

House chuckled "That must've been some boring meetings you go to."

"You have no idea." She mumbled still holding onto him.

"You have to let go, so that we can actually get into the tub."

"Fine" She let him go reluctantly, but not before she gave him a kiss on his neck.

When they entered the bathroom House noticed that she still had the pink toothbrush next to hers. The thought about how their last night together had ended brought a smile to his face.

He thought about a comment regarding the toothbrush, but when he turned around he forgot all about it. Annette stood before him in just what God had given her. He liked the curves of her body, she had a small waist and very wide hips and he noticed that her shoulders were wide as well. That could be from some sport she had played in her youth.

While he kept staring, Annette had turned on the faucet and the tub was filling rapidly, she even lit the candles in the corner of the tub.

"You need to get undressed otherwise the water will get cold." She smiled smugly knowing exactly why he was still dressed "Get undressed and hop in there, while I get some towels."

House was glad that he was alone to get out of his clothes, because his leg had been hurting, standing outside her door hadn't helped one bit. It was still a huge deal for him to show his pain, even though she had seen and touched his scar.

He had just made himself comfortable, when Annette entered the bathroom with a bunch of towels. House held out his hand so that he could help her in the tub.

House was mesmerized, God she might just have the most gorgeous body he had ever see. Hold on, there was something on her right shoulder blade it looked like a tattoo. But not just some popular Chinese symbol or something else that could've been a drunken mistake. No it was the Olympic symbol and under it was the numbers 1996 and 2000.

"What's with the tattoo?" He asked as he traced the Olympic rings with his finger tip.

"The national handball team of Denmark won gold in 1996 and 2000 and I was on the team." House chuckled as a response.

"You don't believe me, do you?"

"No sorry." He laughed.

"That's alright I'll show you the medals and I have a DVD so you can see me save some goals. I was a goalkeeper." She patted his left thigh.

30 minutes later and after refilling the tub twice, they stepped out of the water. They had spent the time with Annette talking about handball explaining the rules. It seemed to be very popular in Europe invented by two Danes. The way he understood it, it was like lacrosse without the sticks and a bigger ball.

"Do you have something for me to wear? I don't want to sleep in your bed smelling like the hospital."

"Yes, I think Thomas forgot some shorts and shirts the last time he was here." She stepped closer to him clearly enjoying that all he was wearing right now was a towel. "But you don't have to wear anything to bed."

House smiled liking the way she gently stroked his chest "I'll wear nothing if you do as well." His face only inches away from hers. Finally their lips met in a gentle yet hungry for more kiss. He realized just how much he had missed her. He learned just how much, after only knowing her for 17 days, he needed her.

She seemed to make everything better, even his leg wasn't so bad anymore and after that bath he was on a solid two on the pain scale, which he hadn't been on in years.

As the kiss died he leaned his forehead on hers. He was a little scared of what he just realized and how much he had fallen for her.

She had also promised him something "So can I see those medals?"

Annette led him to the bedroom and made him sit on the bed and then disappeared to find them in the living room. They were still wearing their towels, so House dropped his and crawled under the covers.

She came back carrying a huge box with both hands "That's a big box for two fake medals?" he teased her.

Annette smiled "Well my friend there are more than two real medals in here" she dropped the box next to him and opened it "There are over 80 in here."

House looked in the box and it really was filled with medals. On the top of them all there were two smaller boxes, Annette handed them to him. He opened it and inside was another medal, this one was bigger though and the ribbon said Atlanta 1996.

"Do you believe me now?"

"I – wow… Yes I do. And the other box is the one from Sydney?" He asked not waiting for her to reply he opened the box. "You said you had a DVD as well? Who knows maybe you bought the medals on e-bay."

Annette laughed and walked to the living room again. House did actually believe her, but he was shocked to say the least. Not many people could surprise him, but this beautiful woman just revealed one secret after another and continued to surprise him.

"What do you wanna see? Atlanta or Sydney?"

He chose Atlanta. The handball match was a little longer than an hour. She wanted to spool forward a couple of times, but he wouldn't allow it. He was trying to figure out how this sport worked and what the rules were. Annette would explain it as best as she could, he actually found it quite interesting.

"You know I remember some boys playing handball when we lived in Germany, but most of the boys played soccer."

"Handball is also very popular in Germany." She nodded at him.

"So this was something you did on a professional level?" He had so many questions about this, but it was already after midnight so he had to choose the most important ones.

"Yeah, but it's not like in football where you earn millions of dollars. I did alright though." She looked at him knowing that there were more questions to come.

"So how old were you when you won this?" This was actually something he wanted to know, because then he could calculate how old she really was.

"I turned 30 a day after we got the medals."

"That would make you 43 today." He was actually surprised again, she was only seven years younger than him.

"Yes it would. Why? How old did you think I was?" Annette smiled and turned towards him still only clad in a towel.

"I ah well, I thought you were in your mid thirties."

"Flattery will get you almost everywhere Greg House." She put the big medal box on the floor.

He felt uncomfortable he was never good at giving compliments. He was better at being rude to people. And right now their conversation was going in a way he didn't want it to go.

"So how old were you when you started playing?"

"I was six when I started and I stopped in 2002."

"Why did you stop?"

"Because my knees couldn't handle it anymore and I won everything you could possibly win, so I thought I give the young players their shot."

"Why did you come to America then? You could've coached handball."

"I know, I was offered quite a lot of coaching positions. But I got the call from the university and they offered me a teaching position. And I could get away from my father." Her face turned serious.

"Are you ever going to take that towel off?" He didn't want to ruin her good mood by getting her to think about her father.

"Why? Have you taken yours off?"

"Come under the covers and find out."

She did what she was told and not even 30 seconds later she straddled his lap.

"You have taken your towel off." She pressed down on him and was delighted when she felt his cock twitch. House opened her towel and together they got rid of it.

She started grinding her hips against his in a fast rhythm. His head fell back against the headboard and he gasped loudly. Annette worked his member up to his full hardness in no time. He couldn't remember the last time he had been so hard so fast.

They kissed showing each other their neediness. When they came up for air House dragged his lips down to her neck finding her soft spot right behind her ear.

She gasped in surprise, that he knew which spots to kiss. Her right arm left his neck and he could hear her opening a drawer. This was good, because he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.

"Condom now!" He gasped. God too close already and judging by her own moans and gasps she was well on the way too.

They both sighed in relief, when she finally rolled the condom on his member. She rested her hands on his shoulders and lifted herself up a bit and then slowly sunk down on his cock.

"Jesus!" He moaned and she gasped in response.

Annette established a fast rhythm rocking her hips back and forth, it felt like she was gonna kill him.

"So close." He managed to whisper her only response was to moan and she kept the fast rhythm.

House slipped his hand between their bodies and found her clit instantly and circled it with his thump. Her reaction was immediate, her eyes rolled back into her head arching her back which made him hit her sweet spot every time.

She cried out his name and came taking him with her over the edge. They slowed the rhythm down and rode out their orgasms. After a moment he squeezed her waist telling her there by to stop moving.

He held onto her tightly nuzzling his head into her neck while he was trying to get his breathing under control. He slipped out of her and she rolled the condom off him and wrapped it in a tissue. She stayed on his lap and he didn't mind one bit he liked feeling everything of her.

After a while she tried to get off him, but he tightened his hold on her. Annette lifted her head and smiled down on him, there was a new shine in her eyes he noticed. She leaned down and kissed his forehead then his nose and finally his lips.

House hugged her to him again and slowly turned them, so that they ended up lying on their sides facing each other.

"I still can't believe that my girlfriend is an Olympic gold medalist." He said after a while.

"Well honey, get used to it." She snuggled deeper into him and he could feel her smile which he returned.

They fell asleep entangled in each other.

A/N: Yes the game of Handball really does exist and Denmark did win Olympic gold in 1996, 2000 and 2004!